His mother, who had come over to Minneola the day before, came to his room and quieted her son, and as he got ready for what he called the "ordeal," he could hear Mrs.Mason swinging doors below stairs, walking on her heels through the house, receiving belated guests from Sycamore Ridge and the country,--for the whole county had been invited,--and he heard her carrying out a dog that had sneaked into the dining room.
The groom missed the bride, and as he was tying his necktie,--which reminded him of General Ward by its whiteness,--he wondered why she did not come to him.

He did not know that she was a prisoner in her room, while all the young girls in Sycamore Ridge and Minneola were looking for pins and hooking her up and stepping on each other's skirts.

For one wedding is like all weddings--whether it be in the Mason House, Minneola, or in Buckingham Palace.

And some there are who marry for love in Minneola, and some for money, and some for a home, and some for Heaven only knows what, just as they do in the chateaux and palaces and mansions.

And the groom is nobody and the bride is everything, as it was in the beginning and as it shall be ever after.
Probably poor Adam had to stand behind a tree neglected and alone, while Lilith and girls from the land of Nod bedecked Eve for the festivities.